122 (1)Psalm 122 Version 16 6 8. 6 6 8
    HOW pleased and blest was I
   To hear the people cry,
‘Come, let us seek our God today!’
    Yes, with a cheerful zeal
    We haste to Zion’s hill,
And there our vows and homage pay.
2      Zion, thrice happy place,
    Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round:
    In thee our tribes appear,
    To pray and praise, and hear
The sacred Gospel’s joyful sound.
3      There David’s greater Son
    Has fixed His royal throne,
He sits for grace and judgement there:
    He bids the saints be glad,
    He makes the sinner sad,
And humble souls rejoice with fear.
4      May peace attend thy gate,
    And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest:
    The man that seeks thy peace,
    And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.
5      My tongue repeats her vows,
    ‘Peace to this sacred house!’
For there my friends and kindred dwell;
    And, since my glorious God
    Makes thee His blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748